OUR MOUNTAIN GARDEN 



the manner of swifts, and in its fright and 

 bewilderment at finding itself in the con- 

 finement of a room was easily captured by 

 the triumphant Tinkie, and although she 

 did not injure the bird she held it such a 

 close prisoner in her sleeping basket that it 

 was in a fair way to be smothered when I 

 rescued it. This perpetual feud between 

 the dog and the birds is an effectual bar to 

 my making their intimate acquaintance 

 which is probably just what she intends. 

 But perhaps it is just as well, for if they 

 had too much confidence in me they would 

 the more easily fall victims to the murder- 

 ous propensities of man when they are 

 away from Felsengarten on their long 

 winter sojourn elsewhere. As it is, they 

 have confidence in the place, at all events, 

 whatever their opinion of Tinkie and my- 

 self, and are constantly flitting in and out 

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